tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72634130105151308462024-03-05T21:23:21.000-05:00Derby Pie - A TragiromedyA glimpse into the twisted mind of a horse-crazed bookworm. Everyday plights, melodramatic rantings, cryptic humor,and literary nitpicks galore.KayBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02483957148304957614noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263413010515130846.post-21341830668606783262013-04-03T18:20:00.003-04:002013-04-03T18:20:10.067-04:00Pic 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yeah, so I know I haven't posted in awhile. Honestly, though, I've been really busy with college and stuff. But enough with my excuses.<br />
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Here's a video featuring <a href="http://www.bbc.com/">BBC</a> <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00mjlxv"><i>Merlin</i></a>'s lead actor <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2959880/">Colin Morgan</a>. Enjoy, y'all! Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! And a Happy New Year, as well!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">It's no secret that I'm not exactly a fan of <i>Twilight</i>. At the same time, I am thoroughly convinced of <i>Merlin</i>'s adept skill in improving upon anything and everything idiotic. But, just in case you weren't privy to those particular tidbits of information, I present you with the evidence that follows... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;">Satire? You, my dear, are my new best friend (as it were). Tehe.</span><br />
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<a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">No, no. I won't tell you what it is. You'll have to figure that out for yourself. I will say that it has something to do with Christmas...and chocolate.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Good Lawd. I know I shouldn't laugh. I do. I...just...can't...help it.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">But, seriously, now. Tell me. Is that not the most tragically humorous thing you've ever seen? (Honesty's the best policy, minions. You can count on that.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tenderness; font-size: 12.5pt;">Ah, Cols. You <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=smexy">smexy</a> beast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tenderness; font-size: 12.5pt;">Well — in case you couldn't tell — I have a bit of a, err, crush on Mr. Morgan here. To put it mildly. But, I mean, come on. Who's gonna blame me? Honestly, people. Honestly. I'm at a loss. What am I to do up against all of <i>that</i>? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tenderness; font-size: 12.5pt;">That <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-6KN28Qk2E">accent</a>...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tenderness; font-size: 12.5pt;">Those <a href="http://jaddymary.tumblr.com/post/2978531080/cheekbones-lips-eyes">eyes</a>...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tenderness; font-size: 12.5pt;">That <a href="http://fyeahcolinmorgan.tumblr.com/post/8358353065/you-know-what-ive-been-rediscovering">quirky little grin</a>...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tenderness; font-size: 12.5pt;">And hullo, <a href="http://colinmorgandaily.tumblr.com/post/1331035292/day-01">Cheekbones</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tenderness; font-size: 12.5pt;">Mmhmm. That's what I'm a-talkin' 'bout, chillins. (So don't judge me. Don't you dare judge me!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Candara; font-size: 12.5pt;">It looks so innocent, doesn't it? Harmless, even. But, alas, this nature had no part in my experience with this venerable <a href="http://www.ilovepasta.org/">pasta</a> this day. It was not to be... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Candara; font-size: 12.5pt;">It's bad enough that I trip over air. But this? Really? This? That’s it. It's official. I am the bane of my own rather meager existence. As such, the evidence for this proclamation consists, primarily, of the following elaborations, all in regard to the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/globaleyes/537860694/">oxymoron-ic</a> thought processes of my illogically logical cranium...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Candara; font-size: 12.5pt;">Who on earth gets attacked by their own food? Has anyone else ever had the distinct pleasure of being nearly blinded by <a href="http://www.kevinandamanda.com/recipes/dinner/perfect-creamy-fettuccine-alfredo.html">Alfredo sauce</a> (of all things)? Somehow, I think not. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Sylfaen;">"You Make Me Feel..." was recorded by up-and-coming American <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pop-punk">Pop-Punk</a> band <b><a href="http://cobrastarship.tumblr.com/">Cobra Starship</a></b>. It features guest vocals by <b><a href="http://www.warnerbrosrecords.com/">Warner Bros. Records</a></b>' rapping sensation, singer-songwriter <b><a href="http://officialsabi.com/">Sabi</a></b>, and is the first single from <i><a href="http://store.cobrastarship.com/store/show/Q5C4N">Night Shades</a></i>, the band's fourth studio album. The group's latest installment is scheduled for release on August 30, 2011, under the labels <b><a href="http://decaydance.com/artists-cobrastarship">Decaydance Records</a></b> and <b><a href="http://www.fueledbyramen.com/">Fueled By Ramen</a></b>.</span></span><br />
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(FYI: It's called "Cosmic Love" by <i>Florence + The Machine</i>. Just letting you know.)<br />
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<i>A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>blind</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>The stars, the moon, they have all been blow out</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>You left me in the dark</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>In the shadow of your heart</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>The stars, the moon, they have all been blow out</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>You've left me in the dark</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>In the shadow of your heart</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>I knew that somehow I could find my way back</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>And I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness, too</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>So I stayed in the darkness with you</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>The stars, the moon, they have all been blow out</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>You've left me in the dark</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>In the shadow of your heart</i></div><div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><i> </i><span style="color: black;">You can find <i>Florence + The Machine</i> in a number of places, but I'd recommend checking out their <a href="http://florenceandthemachine.net/">official website</a> </span><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">for updates, such as upcoming singles, albums, and tours. You can visit <i>Florence + The Machine</i>'s <a href="http://www.myspace.com/">MySpace</a> <a href="http://www.myspace.com/florenceandthemachine">profile</a> for more of the same.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">The band <i>Florence + The Machine</i> is under the jurisdiction of the highly venerated British label <i>Island Universal Records Ltd</i>., who just celebrated their fiftieth anniversary two years ago. Throughout their illustrious vocation and extensive history, <i>Island</i> has signed a well-regarded myriad of other popular musicians, both past and present. The fabled record company's throng of musical novelties include <i>Amy Winehouse</i>, <i>Owl City</i>, <i>The Feeling</i>, <i>PJ Harvey</i>, <i>Steel Pulse</i>, <i>Marianne Faithfull</i>, <i>MONA</i>, <i>The B-52's</i>, <i>Dionne Broomfield</i>, <i>Nine Inch Nails</i>, <i>Colbie Caillat</i>, <i>Little Fish</i>, <i>F</i></span></span><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;"><i>air to Midland</i>, <i>Nirvana</i>, <i>I Blame Coco</i>, <i>Pearl and the Puppets</i>, <i>New Young Pony Club</i>, <i>Plain White T's</i>, <i>Rizzle Kicks</i>, <i>Vanessa Amorosi</i>, <i>Stevie Wonder</i>, <i>Baaba Maal</i>, <i>Wolfmother</i>, <i>U2</i>, <i>Jessie J</i>, <i>Tom Tom Club</i>, <i>Bob Marley</i>, <i>Keane</i>, <i>The Cranberries</i>, <i>Nicki Minaj</i>, <i>Free</i>, <i>Cat Stevens</i>, <i>Burning Spear</i>, <i>Grace Jones</i>, <i>Third World</i>, <i>Nick Drake</i>, <i>Queen</i>, and a remarkably gargantuan myriad of others</span></span><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">. Search for even more "Island Artists" right <a href="http://www.islandrecords.co.uk/index.php">here</a><span style="color: black;">.</span></span></span><br />
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Well...hope ya liked, peeps. Until we meet again!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 12pt;">You know those people who always endeavor to tilt everything in their favor, spin everything their way? Yeah, me too. Irritating, aren’t they?</span><span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 12pt;"></span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Sylfaen; font-size: 12pt;">By and by, it all comes down to this one little truism: at the end of the day, a girl can only take so much. </span><br />
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(<i>plural</i> <b>book lungs</b>) <br />
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breathing organ in spiders: the breathing organ in spiders and other arachnids, with membranous tissue arranged in folds that resemble the leaves of a book <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">I’ve never been a fan of cars, so, usually, when I want to go somewhere, I either do without and forget or I walk. (I used to ride my bike around some, only then I outgrew it. The bike, that is.) But it’s not as if walking is some sort of regimental stipulation for life. I don’t walk just to walk. That’s just...stupid. Why in the heck would you do something just for the sake of doing it? I don’t even do that when I read a book. I do it because I love to read, lose myself in some other world for a while. There has to be some sort of reasoning behind it, otherwise, there’s no point to it. Z doesn’t seem to get this concept. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Today, right after I told him I was going to walk to the park, he has to get all up in my business. ‘What’s the point in that? Why can’t you just drive yourself there? What’s up with you and walking anyway?’ <i>Blah, blah, blah.</i> Unfortunately for him, he caught me at a bad time, so my automatic reaction consisted of the following: ‘First off – there is a freakin’ point. I want to get out of the house. Stretch my legs. Soak in some Vitamin D. Is that too hard for your little brain to comprehend? Secondly – it’s right behind my house. I open the gate to the backyard, and I’m already there. Why would I waste my time weaving through all these wacky side streets? And, finally – as a rule, I peregrinate my way through life because, most of the time, it’s more convenient. Plus, cars are weird, dangerous contraptions with no brain and zero personality rumbling down strips of blacktop on hunks of inflated rubber. And they smell weird. Is that a good enough explanation for you? Or should I go into further detail?'</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;">Honestly, I'm a little superstitious. It's not as if I'm that way about everything...just some things. But, well, my little quirks and other customarily incorporeal palisades aren't of the, err, usual variety. <i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Par exemple</span></i>, </span><span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;">when I put something in the microwave, I always make sure that the time I punch in is a <span id="goog_1080270462"></span><a href="http://www.eco-pros.com/images/ClipArt-Graphics/multiplication-table.gif">multiple</a> of six<span id="goog_1080270463"></span> (it's my <a href="http://i51.tinypic.com/11j15e8.gif">favorite number</a>). If that doesn't work out, or I think one of the six multiples I want to put in might be either not enough or too much time, I put it in flat-out minutes. Similarly, when I turn up the volume on the TV, it always has to be on an even number. I keep pennies in all four corners of my bedroom, blow a kiss to every cardinal that comes my way, and I've always made sure that I never sit directly in front of the table corner, even if it's really crowded and there's nowhere else for me to sit (personally, I'd rather stand). Why am I telling you this? Well, there're a couple of reasons. For now, though, don't fret too much over it. It'll all start fitting together in just a bit. <i>You'll see</i>.</span><br />
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</span><span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;">Here’s the thing: I don’t like seeing a <a href="http://thebsreport.wordpress.com/2010/03/29/drunk-man-tried-to-revive-dead-possum-with-mouth-to-mouth/">dead possum</a> on the side of the road. And if I don’t like seeing them there, then, logically, I really wouldn’t like almost tripping over one in the mall parking as I’m stepping out of the car. Z doesn’t seem to get that. Thus, I found myself forced to delve into my instinctual avoidance of the creepy, beady-eyed creatures. Of course, he thought it was funny. (What else is new?) Finally, after a rather lengthy bout of uncomfortable silence, I informed him that I sincerely hoped this wasn’t some sort of<b> </b>presage for how he’s going to react every time I attempt to have a somewhat mature conversation with him.</span><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white;"><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt;">And that was the end of that. </span><br />
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Your taste <span style="font-family: "Abadi MT Condensed Light"; font-size: 12pt;">–</span> the feel<br />
of your mouth, the edging<br />
all along your hot pink tongue <span style="font-family: "Abadi MT Condensed Light"; font-size: 12pt;">–</span> it's like<br />
burnt sugar, trembling,<br />
Crumbling black-brown<br />
molded<br />
<i>oh so firmly</i><br />
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Yes, yes<br />
I can taste it<br />
I can feel it<br />
<i>I can</i><br />
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I can feel you, taste you<br />
Bittersweet you<br />
Against the boundaries of my insides<br />
Ashen embers clogging up the stitches<br />
Of the two-chambered heart<br />
cowering beneath the sternum<br />
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But I forget it all<br />
All<br />
of it<br />
all the hurt and all<br />
the pain<br />
When I see you<br />
Your frowning eyes<br />
And sunken corners (at the mouth of your lips)<br />
You hold me spellbound<br />
and nothing else matters<br />
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Nothing else matters,<br />
is worth anything<br />
compared to you<br />
<div style="color: #999999;">The light with which you shine,</div><div style="color: #999999;">the way you share that full, sure glow</div><span style="color: #999999;">with me </span><br />
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<div style="color: #444444;"><b>All because</b></div><div style="color: #444444;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: black;">Reason enough for my heart</div><div style="color: black;">to drum itself aglow.<br />
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Yes, yes, I know. This isn't actually a muffin. It's a cupcake. But, honestly, I couldn't find a picture of the muffin variety on Google Images. And no, I couldn't upload one of my own because a) my camera's dead and b) The Brick, a.k.a. my phone, is tragically outdated. So...yeah. Deal with it. [The cupcake masquerading as a muffin, that is. And, if possible, my dearth of technology.] I have to.<br />
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Anyways, my mom comes home from Sam's Club with this horribly huge trunk full of grocery bags. Of course, you know the thing about grocery bags, and, whether you do or not, I'm going to enlighten you. Because I feel like it. And it's my friggin' blog, so that's not really anything you can do about it now is there? [This is me in Royal B*tch mode, FYI.] The thing about grocery bags is that they're way too thin to ever possibly support all the crap they're expected to contain. Like, pages of the Holy Freakin' Bible thin.<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">–––</span><span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style"; font-size: 12pt;"><i style="color: black;">Y'all remember how they used to rip every time you used them? </i><span style="color: black;"></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">–––</span><span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black;">The old heavy things stuffed in all the box trappings on the back of the, er, pews?</span><i><span style="color: black;"> </span></i></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">–––</span><span style="font-family: "Goudy Old Style"; font-size: 12pt;"><i><span style="color: black;">Yes, those.</span></i></span><br />
So my mom struts on up the sidewalk towards the front porch, almost trips on her to the storm door, and hands me one of those Bible page-thin bags all excitedly, like she's got something real special tucked away inside and she can't wait to see my face when I open that tacky old bag and unveil the "prize". And guess what? It was a box of Red Velvet Muffins. Not cupcakes, not even cake. <i>Muffins</i>. For those of you who've ever scratched your heads over why I'm usually more than a mite suspicious of what my mother brings home from the store and/or fixes for supper or whatever, this is why. It's because she hands me stuff like this. Stuff I've never even heard of. And she expects me to not only eat it, but <i>enjoy</i> it, practically salivate over it. She's nuts.<br />
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In my opinion, the Red Velvet muffin is nothing more or less than an appurtenance to the Double Chocolate muffin. On top of that, of course, it must be said that these culinary contrivances are, for all socially ecumenical extents and purposes, like me, at least in this regard: they are too strange for words [which is saying something, when you really think about it, considering the immense bulk that is the Merriam-Webster dictionary]. I rest my case.<br />
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But enough of that. Let's move on to something less depressing and, hopefully, more interesting to you, my dutiful readers <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">–</span> an epic update in The "Romance" Department.<br />
<a name='more'></a>I officially have a kinda-sorta-maybe-somewhat boyfriend. Possibly. I'm still not really sure, though. We've never actually been on a date. I don't think. 'Cause to me, him coming over to see me after school [at my school], so he could meet some of my friends and get their Stamp of Approval doesn't count. Not technically. Does it? Plus, we have a couple of, er, issues we need to work out first. Namely, my mum's disapproval of him, along with the slight problem of his current lack of transportation. But if it's meant to be it'll all work itself out. I hope. <i>Fingers crossed</i>.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">Of course, there's always the minor disruption of my own low self-esteem. Personally though, I don't see that that's gonna be much of a predicament [on his part, at least]. I mean, he thinks I'm pretty <span style="font-family: "Abadi MT Condensed Light"; font-size: 12pt;">–</span> even when I'm running around like a March Hare in nothing but my red Keeneland tee-shirt [which I got in seventh grade, and is now all faded and downright hoary, borderline antediluvian with antiquity], my favorite set of star-spangled jammy bottoms, and one of my many pairs of epic toe socks. [Or, rather, The Stri-ped Ones, as they are more commonly referred to in my case.] Don't really know what the boy sees in me, but I'm not complaining. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">How is it that on the first day of fall break - one of the few times I could actually sleep in, get some shut-eye, all that fun stuff - I wake up at 6:30, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and yet, any other day, I can't seem to bother even attempting to get myself up? My dad has to come and get me. I'm almost seventeen. Shouldn't I be able to do this kind of stuff by myself? <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Qu'est-ce que c'est?</span><a name='more'></a> </i>Some sort of sick joke the Powers That Be contrived on the Day of Rest? </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So anyways...<span style="font-size: 14px;"><span id="IDAYQXBD"></span></span><i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><span id="IDARMNL">j</span></span><span style="font-size: 14px;"><span id="IDAYQXBD"><span style="font-size: x-small;">e me suis réveillé au milieu de la nuit. </span></span></span></i>My feet were cold, okay? And we all know what happens when my feet get cold. Bad things happen. (If you still have no idea what I'm talking about, you might want to skim through some of my previous posts, like, oh say, <a href="http://derbypie.blogspot.com/2010/05/funny-something-about-me.html">"Sneezing and Coughing and...Feet?"</a> or maybe even my <a href="http://derbypie.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-me.html">first post</a>.) </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And so, I went in search of relatively warm footwear. But, <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>bien sûr</i></span>, as Fate would have it, my precious socks were still wet. <i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sigh.</i>What else was there to do but curl up on Dad's old blue La-Z-Boy, smother myself with my leopard fleece blanket, munch on Edy's Berry Rainbow Sherbet with my favorite spoon, and attempt to finish <i style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">The Love Curse of the Rumbaughs</i>, which, incidentally, centers upon a most disturbing subject? All in my mismatched socks...<br />
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Alas, sherbet isn't really the best choice when you're trying to read, what with all the stickies. So here I am, slurping away at my melting ice cream, with the TV on 12 volume in the hopes that I can watch <i style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Spanglish</i> without incurring the wrath of The Mother, who, thankfully, is still asleep...<br />
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</i></div>KayBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02483957148304957614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263413010515130846.post-76988259660840894222010-10-03T17:01:00.001-04:002011-03-14T23:28:03.373-04:00Really, People? Bumps AND Polls?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Okay, so I set up a poll. In case you didn't notice. And it was nice. I liked it. New experiences and all that jazz, ya know?<br />
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Here's the thing: only one person actually took the time out of their <i>horribly</i> busy day to vote.<br />
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Now don't get me wrong, I know that some of y'all have never even seen <i>Merlin</i>. Maybe you don't care to. Or maybe you don't get <i>Syfy</i>. Or you don't like <b>hulu</b>. <i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Je ne sais pas.</span></span> </i>That's your business. But I do know for a fact that some of you do watch it. Regularly, even. Would it kill you to take, oh, ten seconds, out of your day and just click your mouse?<br />
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Sorry. I'm not really in the best of moods today. Probably due to the fact that our research paper rough drafts are due on the dot tomorrow morning. And, consequently, I'm breaking out like crazy. (And no, Dad, the rubbing alcohol is not working. It just seems to make the already colossal bumps making nice on my forehead even more red than they were to begin with. Believe it or not.) Ah, the joys of adolescence. But that's no excuse for being snarky<i>. <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Une fois de plus, je suis désolée. </span></span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Updated --- 3.14.2011</span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></i><br />
<i></i>KayBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02483957148304957614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263413010515130846.post-48806221955893518762010-09-27T19:25:00.003-04:002011-03-14T23:47:56.239-04:00Let The Joust Begin!I know not all of you - if any - have actually watched <i>Merlin</i>, but I thought it would fun to see which "couple" you liked best anyway. So, here goes.<br />
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In other words, <i>Freylin</i>, <i>Artwen</i>, <i>M&M</i>, <i>G-Lot</i>, and <i>Merwen</i>.<br />
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